RE: Wings of Fury 2
07-05-2021, 02:12 AM
"From the Three Winged Hen down the street," Sir Henri told Terzi as he got up. "We shall be leaving once everybody is up and about, and our rallying point shall be the Three Winged Hen itself! Once we're on the road it'll be hard marching and tired camping, so enjoy your rests tonight my friends!"
The rest of the night passed quickly, and soon enough they walked to the Three Winged Hen as a group. A servant there gave them all their keys, and they found their rooms to be comfortable, cozy, and well-furnished with feather mattresses and sturdy wooden furniture.
A good rest later, and they were all on the road with Sir Henri up into the Giant's Tail Mountains. Sir Henri was now dressed in his beautiful, professionally-crafted platemail, and rode a large warhorse adorned in his family colors: red, blue, and gold. Over the days of marching, the farmlands and vineyards of Marray gave way to the rolling hills and light woodland of northern Marray. Sir Henri was happy to entertain them with stories of monsters and marauders that had been battled within those rough lands, if anybody cared to listen. He was an energetic storyteller, even if he never told a story the same way twice.
Then they began to ascend up into the mountains, following thin trails and paths up cliffs and through canyons alike. As they ascended a final rocky path up towards the dragon's home, Henri turned to look at them all.
"We begin our final approach," he told them. "The dragon's lair lies less than two miles from where we are. On the other end of this path lies a grassy meadow where I shall do battle. If you have gods, pray to them now."
He grinned and looked down the path. He had yet to tell any of them what his plan was, consistently telling them that it was a surprise best left unspoiled.
The rest of the night passed quickly, and soon enough they walked to the Three Winged Hen as a group. A servant there gave them all their keys, and they found their rooms to be comfortable, cozy, and well-furnished with feather mattresses and sturdy wooden furniture.
A good rest later, and they were all on the road with Sir Henri up into the Giant's Tail Mountains. Sir Henri was now dressed in his beautiful, professionally-crafted platemail, and rode a large warhorse adorned in his family colors: red, blue, and gold. Over the days of marching, the farmlands and vineyards of Marray gave way to the rolling hills and light woodland of northern Marray. Sir Henri was happy to entertain them with stories of monsters and marauders that had been battled within those rough lands, if anybody cared to listen. He was an energetic storyteller, even if he never told a story the same way twice.
Then they began to ascend up into the mountains, following thin trails and paths up cliffs and through canyons alike. As they ascended a final rocky path up towards the dragon's home, Henri turned to look at them all.
"We begin our final approach," he told them. "The dragon's lair lies less than two miles from where we are. On the other end of this path lies a grassy meadow where I shall do battle. If you have gods, pray to them now."
He grinned and looked down the path. He had yet to tell any of them what his plan was, consistently telling them that it was a surprise best left unspoiled.